FRIT

frit, this life is a can
my life stands not for a man
brittle with my heart
draggy be my heart
like a one-wheeling cart

 
i ween it's a weepie drama
under the influence of the Dharma
stuck in a twilight-zone
lonely and lone
alone like a lonely stone

 
darkness to me a twee
that i feel not yet i see
i see murk in the inside
in my heart does hide
alone it does bide


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